Three Girls and a Wedding by Rachel Schurig

Author:Rachel Schurig
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781466429451
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2011-10-10T23:00:00+00:00

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I woke up the next morning feeling unaccountably happy. My head was pounding, my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, and I was pretty sure I was going to throw up at any minute. So why on earth should I feel so happy?

It hit me like a punch to the gut—if a punch to the gut could feel so exhilarating. Matt kissed me last night! He kissed me, and it was amazing. I closed my eyes, letting memories of the evening filter back into my muddled brain. The last thing I could remember was sitting in the limo, in the dark, with my hand held tightly between both of Matt’s.

I smiled, burying my head into the pillow. I couldn’t wait to see him.

I jumped out of bed, eager to get in the shower, but regretted it instantly. Crap, I really was hungover. I sat on the edge of the bed again, taking deep breaths and trying to quell the pounding in my head. A glass of water on the bedside table caught my eye. Next to it was a piece of hotel paper. I squinted at it, and smiled. Call me if you need anything, it said, and next to the words was a phone number. Keeping the paper in place was a bottle of aspirin.

My heart swelled. I remembered now. Matt had walked me all the way into my room, helped me find my night shirt (damn, he had seen me in this ratty old thing), then respectfully turned his back while I changed. He had even tucked me in, kissing my forehead and wishing me sweet dreams.

I was pretty sure I was in love.

Feeling reinvigorated, I gulped two aspirins and most of the glass of water. When I was fairly confident I would be able to keep it down, I got up to shower and get dressed. I had about an hour to get downstairs for our limo to the airport, but maybe if I got to the lobby early I would get to see Matt again. I briefly considered calling the number he had left, but thought better of it. I didn’t want him to have to explain to Eric why I was calling.

Forty-five minutes later I was sitting in a gorgeous armchair in the lobby, my packed bags at my feet, while I eagerly scanned the elevator for signs of Matt’s arrival. My breath caught as I saw a tall man with dark looking hair step out into the lobby—then he turned his face and my heart sank. It wasn’t Matt; it was Jason. And he looked pissed.

I hadn’t thought much about work since Kiki and I had left her room last night. Sure, in theory, I had gone out with her because she was the client and I wanted to make her happy. But once we had actually gotten to the clubs, I forgot all about that. I wanted only to have a good time—and I had.

“There you are,” Jason said curtly. “Come with me.

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